Backstreet Poems - Poems about Backstreet

...It's been forever since you went — To the other side in a heartbeat — To return the life you've been lent, Towards the edge of the stellar backstreet. Your footsteps echo until now, Thumping g......

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...It’s really quite hard I was dealt a bad hand Nothing written in the cards And I don’t have a plan I couldn’t make this up I couldn’t if I tried I guess this is the point That I’m at in my l......

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...This is the first good day of the year. The sun shines loud through the siren landscape and no one speaks to me but you. It's cold, cold this time around Everything I need is so far away I lost......

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...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice, while others brazenly squirm, not for stoic diarist this thre......

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...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they paint sound and city pastel, never at a loss for inspiration, weather neither bar nor barrier, in ......

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...I saw my yesterday's love today, on a quiet, shady, backstreet lane. I knew his eyes, though his hair was grey, said he'd forgotten my married name Or would have called me when moving back to ......

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...Because this here is your passing out parade doth your cap and gown This here I don't know if you if you are aware or know it yet But also the end of what was once your student life I hope......

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...To the tune of: “My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean” I My grandpa sells condoms to sailors He pokes holes in them with a pin My grandma gives backstreet abortions Lord, how t......

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...A scene of disgust in these modern times. Down backstreet allies, under street signs. Every kind of vile disgrace, ......

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...The joy I find in colour This extraordinary thing Tiny backstreets shout with vigour Freeing prison walls to sing When the streetlight slowly flickers On our lifeless habitat The creative h......

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...Lin, a Chinese friend giggled at my feeble, say, pedestrian attempt at Cantonese, the Chinese word for butterfly or dragon even moth just vanished down the throat of one so eager yet befuddled, ......

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...Is your pride free from shame, strain or sad games? Or that's a name that hides a friend in pain? I wonder why your wild wounds burn in flames. I wonder why that temper cries in vain. These quest......

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...I stood in awe as she alighted like a bird upon some branch, Belisha beacon to the abyss bound clochard. Bonfire for uncanny scion adrift, ignited by her incandescent eyes. Chanteuse of Arca......

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...A monochrome of boho days segue one another surreptitiously. Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by. Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense. Small talk, bespoke......

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...Sound travels faster in Darkness At the edge of my canopy bed, I parted with my words With background music "Waiting Game", "Hot in Here", "I'm of Fire", "Cherry Wine", "Raspberry ......

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